If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Three meters underground, an absolute defensive perimeter.

This is the "Doomsday Survival Fortress" rebuilt by Mo Chengyue.

At this moment, he was like a frightened groundhog, huddled in a small space, clutching a "ground escape talisman" tightly in his hand.

"Thump, thump, thump."

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Mo Chengyue glanced at his right palm.

There, a very fine fragment of red silk still hung.

That was something that accidentally slipped off that "unspeakable" big shot during the extreme pressure.

On the black iron arm guard on his arm, there were still two rows of neat fingernail marks.

"That was so exciting..."

"This is practically dancing a tango on the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell."

Mo Chengyue took a deep breath and checked his arm.

Thankfully, it was just a scratch.

He was just being intimate with the saintess; it didn't count as him "absorbing" her essence.

Although the contact area is a bit larger and the depth is a bit deeper.

"A pure heart is like still water; still water reflects the heart..."

Mo Chengyue quickly took out a calming talisman and stuck it on his forehead with a "smack".

Forcefully cool down physically to shake off those erotic and deadly images from your mind.

He pulled out a small booklet with the words "The True Scripture of the Way of the Gou Dao" written on the cover.

In the "Dangerous Persons" section, Lin Miaoyin's name was circled three times, and a note was written in bold vermilion pen:

[Lin Miaoyin: Extremely dangerous! Flammable and explosive! A walking, talking nuclear bomb! If you encounter it, stay away at all costs! Remember this!]

……

Five hundred meters away from where Mo Chengyue was hiding.

This is an open river valley area.

At that moment, the smell of gunpowder in the air was so strong that it could be ignited with just a single match.

On one side was Ye Wushang, the Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect, whose entire body was enveloped in purple light and whose hair seemed to exude the words "I'm rich."

On the other side is Ye Changfeng, a different protagonist template from Xiao Fan, who carries the Tianyuan Sword, wears simple clothes but is proud and unyielding.

This is a classic showdown between "pay-to-win players" and "technically skilled grinders".

"Ye Changfeng, if you admit defeat now and become my sword attendant, this holy son may consider rewarding you with a top-grade spiritual weapon."

Ye Wushang toyed with the two Thunderfire Pearls in his hand, his eyes looking down at him with disdain.

Ye Changfeng didn't even lift his eyelids, simply uttering a single word:

"Noisy."

"You're asking for it!"

Ye Wushang was furious and was about to unleash a barrage of magical treasures to crush this poor wretch.

Sudden.

A red blur stumbled and rushed out of the nearby bushes.

Like a frightened fawn, or a phoenix in distress.

All eyes in the room were instantly drawn to it.

The usually aloof and impeccably groomed saintess Lin Miaoyin was now in a disheveled state.

Her once elegant hairstyle was now half disheveled, with a few strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, which were covered in fine beads of sweat.

That priceless red dress with flowing clouds was now wrinkled and torn at the neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair and smooth skin that was enough to make one's blood boil.

The most critical thing is...

Her face still had a strange, lingering flush.

In those eyes, there was shame and indignation, fear, and a kind of alluring mystery that made people's imaginations run wild.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Even the wind in the valley stopped.

The eyes of the dozens of disciples who were hiding in the shadows were practically bulging out of their sockets.

This scene... it's packed with information!

Ye Changfeng frowned slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on her disheveled collar before he politely looked away and gazed at the sky.

Do not look at what is improper; this is the code of conduct for sword cultivators.

But Ye Wushang is different.

As a holy son who always wants to suppress potential competitors, how could he possibly let go of such a golden opportunity?

His narrow eyes scanned Lin Miaoyin like radar.

Then, a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, isn't this our pure and immaculate Holy Maiden who regards men as dirt?"

Ye Wushang let out a sarcastic laugh.

"This appearance...tsk tsk tsk."

"Which grove of trees were you 'sparring' with, and which wild man?"

"Judging by how tattered these clothes are, the battle must have been quite fierce."

boom--!

These words were like a spark thrown directly into Lin Miaoyin's powder keg.

The three words: "wild man".

He precisely stepped on her landmines.

That instant.

Lin Miaoyin's mind was once again filled with the humiliating scene of being pinned down by that fat man in that narrow pit, powerless and completely at his mercy.

That deep-seated shame instantly transformed into a raging fire.

That's madness—wanting to destroy the world to cover up the truth!

"Night, without, sorrow!!!"

Lin Miaoyin screamed, her voice becoming shrill and distorted.

"Shut your filthy mouth!!!"

Clang—!

Suddenly, the white jade pipa in her hand began to play.

There was absolutely no wind-up.

He started with his ultimate move!

Forbidden Technique: Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers - Soul Burial!

The pink sound waves transformed into a tangible storm of sharp blades, indiscriminately attacking everyone present, regardless of who was friend or foe.

"Holy crap! That crazy woman!"

The disciples hiding in the shadows were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands.

This isn't a fight, it's a demolition!

Just when the battle was about to break out.

A loud shout filled with a sense of justice suddenly descended from the sky.

"stop!!!"

Xiao Fan, wielding the Dragon-Controlling Spear and enveloped in golden light that proclaimed "I'm going to be a peacemaker," charged into the center of the battlefield.

"We're all from the same sect. This is an exercise, not a battle against a formidable enemy. Let's prioritize harmony and avoid internal strife!"

"What misunderstanding could there be? Can't we sit down and talk it out?"

Xiao Fan hadn't finished speaking.

Lin Miaoyin, blinded by rage, turned her head and saw the face of the person who had defeated her in the competition and made her look foolish in public.

New and old grudges surged into my heart in an instant.

"Screw you!"

Lin Miaoyin's wrist twitched.

The countless sonic blades that were originally aimed at Ye Wushang actually took a sharp turn.

Everything, without reservation, was blasted towards Xiao Fan.

"Since you like to stick your neck out, then you'll be the first to die!"

boom--! ! !

Poor Xiao Fan.

They didn't even have time to recite the classic phrase "thirty years east of the river".

He was slammed into the mud of the valley by a tangible sonic hammer.

It turned into a standard "大" (big) shape.

The world is quiet now.

"Hmph, they're courting death."

Lin Miaoyin snorted coldly, turned her head and stared intently at Ye Wushang, her killing intent intensifying rather than diminishing.

Ye Wushang was also provoked.

"You're asking for it!"

"Do you really think this Holy Son is afraid of you?"

With a wave of his hands, the Nine Heavens Locking God Array instantly opened, and nine purple-gold pillars of light shot into the sky.

Ye Changfeng, who was standing nearby, saw this situation.

He couldn't hold back the sword in his hand any longer.

"Such powerful sword intent... This place is perfect for honing your sword."

He also drew his sword and joined the battle.

In an instant, the valley became a meat grinder.

Just as the three sides were locked in a fierce battle, and it seemed that the area within a ten-mile radius was about to be razed to the ground.

A strange fragrance of peach blossoms suddenly filled the air.

"Oh dear, why is everyone so angry?"

"Wouldn't it be a pity to ruin the flowers and plants in this beautiful spring weather?"

A lazy voice rang out.

Peach blossoms fluttered in the air, forming a pink barrier in mid-air.

It was soft and yielding, yet it easily neutralized Ye Wushang's deadly attack.

Xie Buci, carrying the pot of wine that could never be finished, appeared in front of Lin Miaoyin like a ghost.